Inside skull vast as outside skull
Who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is...
The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote:It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant's tombthan to write it out in white paint. Because people reco...
You can own an elephant or a bank or power thereof but if there's no personal breast bliss all you own is a lot of dead atoms and ideas.
We're stuck in ourSelves,And who else to be stuck in?-
You were right, I suppose, in keeping your distance. I was too intent on self-fulfillment, and rather crude about it, with all my harlequinade and conscious manipulation of your pity.
Moloch who entered my soul early. Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body. Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy. Moloch whom I abandon. Wake up in Moloch.. Light streaming out...
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.
Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and...
Millions of fathers in rainMillions of mothers in painMillions of brothers in woeMillions of sisters nowhere to goMillions of daughters walk in the mudMillions of children wash in the floodA million g...
You too must seek the sun...
I have no other possessions of value but my soul.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought cons...
Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear th...
Absolutes are Coercion.Change is absolute.
I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.
I have just discovered that I have no feelings, just thoughts, borrowed thoughts taken from someone I admire because he seems to have feelings.
What came is gone forever every time
Forty feet long sixty feet high hotelCovered with old gray for buzzing fliesEye like mango flowing orange pusEars Durga people vomiting in their sleepGot huge legs a dozen buses move inside CalcuttaSw...